Tape Deck

Put the tape in the tape deck
 Yo put the tape in the tape deck
 I don't wanna be apart of your workforce
 I don't wanna be apart of your problem
 Welcome to the tired generation of plyered patients
 Freedom tossed pennies, the Regan-omical waste kids
 But look at me, broken link
 Off every socialite's token bling
 Thinkin' I'ma change it (I don't want your holidays)
 My name is: Sims
 Freedom fighter right accepting cat's cradle
 Doomtree: That's the phat label (Yeah)
 So hang from your halo
 But I spin modern you dockers
 Not tryin' to graduate
 To a craft-matic adjustable office
 Turn your brain waves on and off like water faucets
 I'm astonished
 Stompin' through the modern process
 So I rally round stone throwers
 My bones' colder than ice bergs
 Titanic havoc breakin'
 Shop for Chryslers
 Twice burned
 For advice learned
 Before I met hesitation
 Open visitation for a dead generation
 So wake the fuck up!
 I'm runnin' outta patience
 Wake the fuck up!
 You're sleep walkin'
 Wake the fuck up!
 (Come on man, listen to this shit)
 (Wake up)
 We were born agitators
 ________ apathy
 Half of me wishes
 Outta this smilin' catastrophe
 But I got my 9mm mouth of blasphemy
 12 steps to begin a better self
 But the ladder collapsed on me
 Casually humanity
 Become a casualty
 Of laughing mastery
 And mental masterpiece
 But the pieces spit out my mouth
 Like faulty orthodontics
 Unorthodox phonics
 And chronic smoke
 Choke on autopilot
 I'll free the palm pilots
 Disperse from universities
 What's worse
 Meaning isn't surfacing
 Time to face it
 How can y'all take the day straight
 Without a purpose to chase?
 There's more to life
 Than grades, work, and graves
 Put the tape in the tape deck
 Yo put the tape in the tape deck
 (My life, my life, my life's a fucking mess.
 Minneapolis)
 Next year I might be
 25 light beams
 Ahead of myself
 Be 25 cents richer
 Depending on my shelf
 Ain't what it seems
 But I got one to be
 So save up a fuck
 For the agitated seats
 Smashing piggy-bank dreams
 Saturated breed
 Soaked in fat and granite
 Rallied on this planet
 Next to the blaze
 That we didn't raise (We didn't start the fire)
 We saw the flames and fanned it
 Now I'm annexed to vex
 Manic panic status
 I got next
 Anti up your war machine
 Mechanics pension checks
 They out they right mind (Out the right mind)
 I threw a left cause
 Just to stop the motive
 Duly noted
 As I throw my clear thoughts in their gear box
 It's like there's one typewriter
 And a million fuckin' xerox
 So save those peer props
 About bill gods and get rocked
 Cuz' you got steered loss
 Put the tape in the tape deck (I crank the mix tape and wait for the break)
 Yo put the tape in the tape deck (I crank the mix tape and wait for the break)
 I just don't think you're good that's all (I crank the mix tape and wait for the break)
 (Minneapolis)
 I crank the mix tape and wait for the break
 Just to drown out in the city of lakes
 I don't wanna be apart of your workforce
 I don't wanna be apart of your problem
 I don't wanna be apart of your workforce
 So I guess I'll be that thorn in your side
 (I dunno, that master might be...)
 (I have to start all over again.
 It that the damnedest thing?
 Loneliness.
 Did ya know that loneliness will kill you deader than a .357 Magnum?
 Did ya know that?)
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